Dread the Feb

February is my least favorite time of year. It is filled with reminders from the 3rd - 10th of people I've lost, marriages that have crumbled and dreams shattered. Sounds pretty depressing, huh? Yeah, it usually is.

Every year I dread it... especially the 6th and I try my hardest to think of happy memories instead of sad ones and sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. God has always revealed Himself to me during this time in new ways... and I am comforted again. This year however, He has restored my Joy and has made it virtually impossible to focus on anything but HIM and HIS love for us. It has been incredible... so let me start from the beginning.

February 1st. I had a bad dream and when I woke up that morning, not only was I still replaying the scenes from the dream in my mind I was also hit with the realization that February had once again found it's way back to me. My first thought was a selfish, self pity one of "if this is the way this month is starting out, it is going to be one of the worst few weeks yet." Thankfully, the Lord has blessed me with an incredible husband who can read me in a second. Shannon just looked at me and told me he loved me and that everything was going to be okay. All without me even saying good morning. That was God's comfort. Then, Shannon began talking to the baby through my belly and out of nowhere our son reacted by moving... so much so it felt as if he were dancing inside. The image of a fish feeding frenzy is the best way I can think to describe the feeling. Our son followed his Dad's voice and reacted to it as if he was trying to break out of my stomach and get to him. It was one of the most incredible experiences. Then, Shannon, for the first time felt the baby kick/move! The look on his face is one that I will never forget. It was priceless and for the first time my husband got to feel the movement of life of his son. That was God's love.

The rest of the week had many ups and downs. I got to see three of my precious nieces faces on skype. Hear them laugh. See them smile. It never gets old to me. All of this reminded me that God continues to bless me every day in so many ways.

February 6th. Ugh. How I dread this day every year. I started it off at midnight (the fight was still on tv, so I still had people at my house) with one of the quotes I love. The I turned my mind to something positive and texted one of my closest friends because it was her 40th birthday! So, I tried to focus on that a little. I got on facebook and stalked some of my friends that I knew would be having a difficult time with this day as well. Prayed for them and around 2am, finally fell asleep. When I woke up, I was still feeling pretty bad (from a head cold I have had) and the last thing I wanted to do was get up. So, I just stayed in bed and rested my hand on my stomach as I talked with God. Then, as if to once again remind me He was here, I GOT TO feel my son move on the outside! I had tried all day on the 5th to get him to move to where I could feel him from the outside, but to no avail. Here I was, laying down talking with my Savior and the baby moved several times where I could feel him both inside and out. I laughed. Out loud. To myself. Then laughed at laughing. This was God's joy. I spent most of the day just resting and getting better. Then it was off to a friends house for the superbowl. I had (so quickly) forgotten all the Lord had done for me this week and had sunken back in to my little stooper. Once there I was sincerely enjoying the company of the friends there and then I saw it. A little cardinal statue sticking his head out of a basket by the TV. WOW. What a "God wink". Joshua was a huge cardinals fan so I have always associated him with cardinals. For years after his death at Christmas and Thanksgiving a random cardinal would show up outside my house (wherever I was). Also, most of the time when I'm feeling discouraged or sad or really struggling with his death I see a cardinal (real or not). It serves as a reminder from God that HE is still here with me. I see them a lot here in Michigan, but I hadn't seen any yet this week and it was making me sad. That was God's promise.
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Half Way

We had our 20 week appointment and I have to say that we were more than thankful for the report. Baby Marden is healthy and all of the tests came back good or negative for anything abnormal. My Mom and Grams both said, "well what did you expect?" To be honest, I expected there to be a false positive... or at least I think that is what I had prepared myself to hear. Not that I expected anything to be "wrong", but I did expect something to be "off" and that they would just need to keep an eye on, but in the end would be nothing. I know that probably sounds horrible, and I don't really know why I thought that, but I did. So, I was in complete and total shock when the doctor said that all reports were excellent and the baby was growing right on track. Wow! That is the BEST thing that I had ever heard and I started praising right then. Now, something could come up later in the pregnancy and even after he is born, and that will be fine and in God's perfect will... I know that. I think what I am trying to say is I realized two things from this report. 1) That I may be a positive person, but I tend to prepare myself for the worse a lot; and 2) That although I say and think I trust God... sometimes I don't. That was a tough lesson to learn, but a needed one.

So, as of right now we are half way through the pregnancy and everything is going well! PRAISE HIM, PRAISE HIM!!! He has already started teaching me many lessons already.

I was thinking the other day as I was getting ready for work... I would never poison my child on purpose. If someone came to the house and showed me that the water I was giving them, or the soap they used was poisoning them and killing them slowly... I would stop immediatly. I think most Mom's would. Why then do so many of us allow them to be poisoned by this world? Led away from God and His purpose and design for them? This is just something that God showed me to be on guard about with my own son.

I know this post is fragmented, but I have a bunch of random things on my mind today. Thanks for sticking with me through it and a very happy 30th birthday to my sister-in-law Katie!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNT KIKI! ~X's n O's~ your Nephew

A WHAT?!!!!!

A BOY!!!!

That's right! Shannon and I found out today that our bundle of joy is indeed going to be a BOY! I haven't gotten sick of saying that! Don't get my wrong, I would be this excited regardless, but there is something about knowing I get to say, "My Girls" a little longer and people will know I'm talking about my nieces. I love them... and I think having a boy will go well with what we have now.

I have had a lot of people ask me about names. My FAVORITE subject. We have 2 names picked out Joshua Elliot and James Andrew. We will wait and see our little guy before we pick a name for him. Joshua Elliot means "Jesus is God and He saves" so for obvious reasons we like that. Plus, Joshua has always been my favorite guys name and is named after on of the most incredible people I've ever known. Elliot is Shannon, his grandfather and his brothers middle name. So, it is family. James Andrew would be called Andrew or Drew. That names means "strong, subplanter"... and James is Shannon's brothers name. Andrew is Shannon's favorite name and is the middle name of two of my best guy friends. So, I don't think we can go wrong either way. Of course, the baby could come out looking like a Eugene... we just don't know. So, stay tuned.

I've posted some photos below... hope you can tell what they are.